11/11/18 Through 11/17/18

11/11/18 Through 11/17/18

Sunday

For the prophet, a little cake

The poor old widow had to bake.

A final offering by her

Compassion from on high did stir.

And then a year and maybe more

The oil from the jug would pour,

And flour in the jar supply 

Bread sustaining three thereby.

The widows mite a meager thing

To thus before the altar bring.

But given all her livelihood

A ransom there before them stood.

Monday

The unity the Lord desires

Forgives the wrong and thus inspires,

A oneness in both heart and mind

That one with pride can never find.

For we are ones that oft offend,

And on forgiveness we depend

That we might share His dwelling place

Of love in His abundant grace.

Tuesday

A useful servant does his task

What ere the master please or ask.

No special praise to come his way

For doing duties of the day.

Now we must recognize our place

To serve the Lord of  peace and grace.

And servants to the Master be

His servants bound, yet fully free.

Wednesday

Gratitude for all we own

Is how we grow the seed that's sown.

Renewed in love the Spirit grants

New life to seeds that Jesus plants.

To change and grow and richly flower

Death must come to Satan's power

That hoards in selfish sin and lust,

And life to simple love and trust.

Thursday

As lightning flashes in the sky

We glimpse the world around

A light enough to then supply

What's needed to be found.

In darkness, Christ will be our light

To show us clear the way,

That leads us through the dreary night

Unto the light of day.

How wrong we'll see the ways of man

We thought so wise and sure,

When we can see in Truth, His plan

to make us strong and pure.

Friday

The end is coming for us all

And we should surely know

That day we hear the frightful call

And earthly things let go.

The voice of love that day will sound

Above all other din

For then is truth and folly found

About our evil sin.

We must prepare to let it go

And follow in love's call

If we expect to Jesus know

We have to give our all.

Random Thoughts

The whisper of the garden,

Oh no!  Like gods you'll be.

With pride begins to harden

The heart so we can't see

The truth that's there before us

Becomes as fantasies

We never see the forest

Because of all the trees.

We swallow many camels

But strain the gnats we see.

And listen to the babbles

Of fools with some degree.

Learned the philosopher, 

But what a fool can be

If one can't look before her 

And tell a he from she.

The ruler and the measure

Of all there is to be

One day will end the pleasure

Of all this fallacy.

I pray His hand of mercy

Will reach beyond His wrath

And end the controversy

To put us on His path.

Saturday

To join the work along the way

We must begin to fast and pray

To find the road to Paradise

We must join in the sacrifice.

Co-workers on a common road

In joy who share a heavy load.

To reach our high resplendant goal

By sacrifice we cleanse the soul.